I hurried to my dresser, retrieved a small baggie and a cosmetic mirror from the back of a drawer, then emptied the contents of the baggie onto the mi...rror. After a bit of work with a razor blade I kept handy for such work, I’d chopped and crushed four neat little lines of white powder. Placing a straw next to the mirror, I stood back and admired my handiwork. That should be enough to get them in the mood, if they came up. If not, it would get me ready to go out on the town.I could still hear. However, I could not help but brace myself by placing my hands against Jeff's thighs and pushing back ever so slightly.Once I realized Daddy was not going to force me to swallow every inch of Jeff's dick all at once, I calmed down and started working my mouth up and down his hard cock. "Mmmph, ummmph, mmmph," thoroughly enjoying the taste of his cock, I slide up and down his long shaft. Again and again and again, I push his dick into the back of my throat.Stopping my oral assault just long. Ab tak nadeem aapna glass pura pii chuka tha or usanai dusra glass bhi utha liya, or bola.Nadeem-maderchod hindu londe hothe hii chake hne, chal pant uttar aapni dheknu terii lulii kitni badi huii hai, or khabhi kisi musalman ka loda chusa hai kya?Mai khada ho ke aapna pant or underwear dono ek saath niche kii or sarka ke khada ho gya, or bola-Me- ji nahi aaj tak kisi ka nahi chusaa par dheka hai musalmano ka loda,Nadeem bich mai rokthe hueNadeem- kahna pe?Me – ji school mai, woo log open hii. My caramel skin is glowing and my long brown hair gently sweeps against my shoulders. I can feel my excitement building as I search for him amid the roaring hustle and bustle. Each step I take through the busy plaza reminds me that I am finally going to meet him face to face today. After six months of getting to know this man online our general chats about our lives, his in London and mine in Los Angeles quickly turned into something so much more! One night after sharing our sexual fantasies.